Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

RAOS - Sweetly, My Child


Hammering feet, hammering heart

Her maddening dash t'was at the start

Fightful leanings of monsters dire

She fights for life's very fire



With hazy breath, beneath jungles cowl

Aleha dashes from beasts most foul

Their roars echo through leaf and tree

Unknown pursuers, she cannot see



They gain but slowly, their romping tirade

Her last endurance, however well played

It wans away, the moon in wax

She leaves behind her bitter tracks



But gain they must, for her stamina does fall

As their triumphant roar is heard to call

One does pounce and throws her through

A tree collects her, she collapses to



And as she lies, the forest about

The beast crawls forward, her life in doubt

But it feels fear, looks to the sky

Knowing that soon that something must die



Shaking off its question as to the noisesome sound

It turns to Aleha, ready to bound

From the canopy he drops, released from the crown

Taking the beast and forcing it down



A spear is driven through skull and through brain

And ripped roughly away so the gore may drain

He turns to Aleha who begins to scream

She wishes on his approach that this all is a dream



And standing before her, he unfurls his hand

But she rejects this offer for it was not planned

He grips her shirt slowly, revealing her wound

And Aleha does faint, believing herself doomed



---



She awakes but slowly to light and to pain

The world is awful, a sunny stain

Aleha yelps loudly, musical and lofty

As the wolf-beast before her speaks softly



His name is Amarouk, the alien Vadasian

But she cannot understand him in his quiet passion

His words sound so brutal, so harsh and so mean

Not like her whistling chiming, a sight unseen



They speak but can't hear, their words all a-mangle

Two languages so different, just all a jangle

But Amarouk is smart, brighter than seemed

And fashions a device so that understanding is gleamed



He knows not where he is, but knows of the danger

And so asks Aleha for help, although she's a stranger

She is uncertain, not wanting to give aide

For she wants something in return, a favor or trade



He agrees to slowly, amused by her intent

Because he understands the leaning of her bent

She isn't a warrior who can fight any of the beasts

A child of love, of kindness in all of the least



Collecting his gear and the child to his care

They move deeper still into the jungle fare

She trips and she falls, not sure of her feet

But Amarouk is patient, tutor, father, discrete



He instructs her to walk, to quiet and to still

As the monsters cannot see them without motion and frill

They see through their ears, blind in their eyes

No noise must they make or loose their disguise



Amarouk and Aleha, so slowly they tread

The day turns to night, Aleha wishes for bed

They make up their camp, a small bivouac

And Amarouk tells her that they will be hard to track



---



In the morning is terror, she runs once more

As the creatures return to settle the score

Hounded by day and hounded by night

Aleha and Amarouk continue their plight



Many days come and go, the two growing close

Amarouk her guardian, she a child at most

He teaches her of his home, of Vadasian lore

Aleha is astonished, always wanting more



Of his history and past, their wars and their peace

Fallen from their moon when an age of strife ceased

The great calamity split what have once been one

And two peoples arose when all was done



Vadas and Vadasian, of land and of air

Their separation from their Goddess all but unfair

Those of the land were found on the world

While the moon housed the airy lives of the unfurled



He himself was of the founded plainsmen

Although his people were at peace with their ken

He spoke of his wife, a beauteous creature

And of his two sons, one with an odeous feature



But then he grew sad, his tale slowly dying

Because his wife was long in grave lying

It hurt him deeply, his face a pained expression

Without of the love of his life he was full of depression



But though he was weary, he tried to but smile

For Aleha tried to lighten him with guile

So they moved further on, with no goal in sight

Evading the monsters as was wont of their plight



---



It happened quickly, the beast came up fast

The Vadasian and child would fight to the last

Aleha did scream, a melody of fear

As Amarouk had become the guardian dear



He threw his javelin, the aim but true

Crunching through skull, its flesh did spew

Rivulets and runnings, the gore was falling

Aleha found the violence appalling



Amarouk moved so quickly, enamored in armor

The beasts soon fell to this violent charmer

His pneumatic spear felled one and all

The hissing of its punch an angry thrall



Thrown and latched, it clung to their side

With gory emergence the creatures soon died

But for all his speed, he was but one against many

And soon the wolf-man fell to their enmity



Gorged through by tusk violently from behind

His bowels leaping to the ground he did find

His corded life seeping away in the sun

Eyes turned to Aleha as he told her to run



With life soon extinguished, he collapsed to the earth

Mawing jaws crunching armor in a strange kind of mirth

The slopping of gullets as his essence did purge

No one to remember, no funeral dirge



Her eyes did water, tears flowing free

The monsters consumed with a disturbing glee

Her terror was mounting knowing she would soon follow

Although in her heart was a hole, she was hollow



She remember his words, his teachings and guidance

And moved slowly away, escaping by chance

For Aleha knew if she stayed, her fate would be sealed

So hoped for her life with the hand she was dealed



---



Aleha did run, her pursuers were screaming

She wished once more that she were dreaming

The sky was red, the sun just peeking

And the monsters once more were out and seeking



They caught up to her as eventually they would

And the crimson-skinned girl was quiet as she could

But her fear was rising, chocking up from inside

Not for the first time she wished Amarouk hadn't died



With no means of escape and no means to defend

She looked about for anything that would lend

A hand to help and a hand to guide

She needed a plan to ensure death was denied



But she was a girl, no warrior in truth

Never been trained beyond the ideal of her youth

So she tried just this once, attempting for luck

But it soon ran out, and she found herself stuck



Fate couldn't be denied, his plan was in motion

Aleha could hear the beasts sniffing the air in commotion

Amarouk had said they they see with their ears

But he hadn't ever bet on the noses of peers



Turning to her in one, they had spied her out

And just this once the girl began to pout

It can't end like this, was his life such a waste?

That Amarouk would be killed, eaten, debased?



Her tears came once more, falling from eyes

As the beasts came once more for their singular prize

It was then that she died, poor Aleha the child

Her life was forfeit, her body defiled



A wolf-man and girl, in a jungle so deep

Where monsters roamed freely to eat and to reap

A place of mourning where the dead were lain

For the jungle consumed all, the livings bane

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Echoes

The Echo, she calls
With voices soft and languid;
Your mind, it falls
With thoughts morbid and sanguine;

Your heart, if flutters
With fearful beats and thrashings;
The words, you mutter
With teeth gnawing and gnashing;

The vocals, they rise
Returned from craggy heights;
The power, it lies
In whispers soft and light;

The wind, it blusters
With frigid hands grasping;
The thoughts you muster
Worsening with moments passing;

A scream, it echoes
Across the highest crown;
Your throat, it bellows
With lips compressed in frown;

It comes, this night
A darkness from the sky;
A suit, of might
For in this time you die;

Friday, November 21, 2008

I Weep

I hear the trumpet play, I see the sun fall, and I weep.
I hear the trumpet play, I see the flag fall, and I weep.
I hear the trumpet play, I hear the guns fire, and I weep.
I hear the trumpet play, I see the casket fall, and I weep.
I hear the echoing scream, I see my friend fall, and I weep.
I hear the blast ring, I see my sergeant calling, and I march on.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Graceless Infidel

Blaze the night black, see the stars shine
Firearms clack, face-down in the brine
I hear my sergeant calling, screaming for a man
The mortars are a tolling, killing the little lambs

So I'm joined up in the stack, pass along the tap
Enter the room and crack! Fallen for the trap
Caught up in a crossfire, shooting at the dust
Fallen in the mire, this battle is a bust

And now a trumpet trembles, wailing like my mother
The recruiters, they just scramble, to try and enroll my brother
The people begin to protest, say "the sacrifice's a waste!"
As our freedom's put to rest, and our country's lost it's grace

But this war is here to stay, a fight like any other
Extremists in drug addled stupor, killing my sister and mother
So I take my rifle and gear, and head for the door
To fight with my peers, against the insurgents war

They say I am an infidel, I call them little beebs
Monkey's with Kalashnikov's, I fight and begin to seeth
But the war will never end, a pity, what's the more
They've no sense of time, and wait to settle the score

So even when I'm old, unable to continue the fight
Their kids will take up arms, to kill off us infidel blight

Friday, February 15, 2008

Poetry...Again?

Untitled. Wrote it just now.

When the winter night ends
And you begin to pretend
That that light is the sun up high

That morning is braking
As the stars are shaking
And the frost turns to summer spry

With soft breezes blowing
The summer storms flowing
But the rainy ground soon is dry

You live for the moment
And seem all hell-bent
On never letting summer die

Friday, December 21, 2007

Who does poetry? I know I don't...not really.

So, a long time ago I wrote poetry. I still do now and again when I get really bored. So, here's a poem I wrote when I was a misguided teenager of the age of 15 or so. Feel free to laugh at it, I know I do.

The Angel Did Die

Feathers falling, like wizened white snow
Dripping and dropping, along air currents slow
Twisting in twine, under moonlit sky
Fallen and gone, the angel did die

Spiraling downward, lost chance to try
The truth is before you, I do not lie
Your guardian is gone, taken the blow
Died away, for this you should know

Hazy quills of white lackluster
Their life has ended, no endurance to muster
Complain as you might, about their death tonight
Go cry for your fallen with all of your might

The arrow has pierced their once pure breast
A quarrel of death flew through its chest
There are no more answers for your curiosity to bequest
The angels of high have fallen from nest

And now with wings black, they descend from above
Looking all the world like an unholy dove
They draw their blade to take a life
And spread more pain and further strife

It is this angel of death's minion
Falling from the heavens as the devil's pinion
Twisting in twine under a star filled sky
Fallen and gone, the angel did die